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Apr 2013
The man in town
Killed himself today.
And I heard
The church burned down.
And still, many wars
Rage on in the east.
And someone, somewhere
Just lost a wife.
Or a husband.
Or son, or daughter.
And scientists agree,
The Earth is slowly dying.





And yet, my dear, I want you in my arms
As, for brief moments, we can escape this cold world.
Quiet Idealist
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Quiet Idealist
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